Chapter Fifteen
I heard sounds one morning—familiar ones, though I couldn’t quite identify them at first. The bathroom being next to our bedroom, you expect interruptions for normal bodily functions, but these were especially unusual noises, strange but nonetheless remembered ones.
When the sleep finally left my mind and I could think clearly, I realized that Susan was with Karl, submitting to an enema. My exhausted body suddenly thundered with confusion. I got up, swept into my bathrobe and left the house. Since my first turn in the bath, I’d ignored the obvious—a contraption in the corner, the rolling cart set to one side of the room, and a tall metal pole with a hook at the top. There was no other specific evidence of enema paraphernalia, but there didn’t need to be. Anyone familiar
